I haven't seen most of my family in quite some time. I think they prefer it this way.
They have never been ones to mince words or care what others think of them. They embrace their hatred. They see it as a way to view themselves above people like me. The last time I saw them it was like I wasn't even there. Just met with looks of disgust and occasional loud comments of "I identify as ___". I wasn't a person to them, just an object of their ire.
They are jerks. And yet, a part of me wishes I could somehow change their opinions a little bit. Cool their burning hatred to a more tepid strong dislike.
Your family is what you make it. Not the relatives you are born with, but instead the connections you make and lives you touch. I would be lying if I said this didn't hurt though. I wish things could be different.
On September 30th, 2039, RK800 comes out of stasis and finds itself alone on a spaceship. It is on a space mission, but has a contact on Earth who regularly checks its status.